Along with Voldemort's sharp shout, a dazzling green light shot from the tip of his wand and slammed into the wall.
In an instant, rubble flew everywhere.
The walls of this chamber, built by the Malfoy family, were made of sturdy materials and reinforced with numerous spells.
The Killing Curse directly deprived living creatures of their life, but it wasn't particularly effective at destroying objects.
Even so, Voldemort's Killing Curse left a deep crater in the wall.
Voldemort paid no attention to his curse, though. He narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.
Where the Killing Curse had just passed through, a golden figure stood motionless, a gaping hole in his chest.
Through the hole, the crater in the wall behind him was clearly visible.
"That was an incredibly powerful Killing Curse. No wonder you're the greatest Dark Lord Britain has seen in nearly a thousand years."
The golden figure exclaimed. A golden light flashed, and the hole vanished on its own.
"A magical projection?" Voldemort frowned, quickly identifying the other's true form.
"A hidden enchantment in the Malfoy family's chamber? No, that spineless Lucius wouldn't dare offend his master."
"So, who are you?"
At the same time, Voldemort kept his wand pointed at the other figure, but cast no further spells.
Whoever the other person was, he had overcome the layers of enchantments around Malfoy Manor, as well as the defenses and curses Voldemort had carefully laid to guard against Dumbledore, and sent his projection here.
Voldemort was loath to admit it, but to prevent anything going seriously wrong with his resurrection, he had laid some of his most formidable Dark Magic here.
Under the circumstances, the other person's success proved that his magical abilities were extraordinary—perhaps not much weaker than Voldemort's own.
So Voldemort was more wary of this